Until the time we meet again.
Rating: M
Chapter 1The specialness of me.
Well what makes me so special in a place like this? I always wonder because I have four people tell me every day how special I am. There are the usual things, I'm very inelegant, physically fit, I'm attractive, I'm female and trust me where I am that is a rarity. The average things. But what really makes me special in a place like this is I'm the only one who actually chose to be here. Funny ha?
Well let me tell you, when you hear the whole story it isn't so funny. I came because I followed the one person who meant the most to me. I followed Tala Volkov my closest friend and next door neighbor. We spent the first six years of our lives together and I had that whole stupid romantic scenario of marring him, having his children, a big house with a white picket fence, the whole nine yards! But then the fairytale crumbled as they all seem to do. Tala's mother got very ill just after his seventh birthday (Tala is one year older than me) and his father sent him away so he could concentrate on helping his wife recover from her illness but nothing ever goes as planned. And now here we stand eleven years later.
Let me set the scene for you.
There are about thirty of us, all standing in to perfect military straight lines in a room that reeks of blood and sweat. So tightly packed together it is hard to see where one ends and the next starts. We are all wearing the same dull uniform our hands behind our backs. We stand in the back row, far left with others our own age. Tala clutches my hand behind my back. After being here for all these years I have learned not to show my emotions but I have not learned how to block them out entirely unlike Tala. Tala still does have emotions but they run too deep to be detected in situations like this. Me on the other hand, have the bravado on the outside only and if you look closely you can see the flaws. Take right now, all you would have to do is look behind me and see the white knuckle grip I have on Talas' hand but it isn't anything he can't handle.
"What the hell do you call that?" Boris marched in front of us, up and down putting the fear of god in the younger ones. The boys have heard it so many times before that it no longer bothers then but it still scars the shit out of me.
"you call that practice, for what? Ballet? I don't know what the fuck you worthless pieces of shit think you were doing but it wasn't beyblading." Boris came to the second row and began to march down our row towards us. He walks down and stops in front of me. "Now my dear what where you doing." He breathed leaning into my neck smelling my cute, flowery scent. (It sounds like an odd way to describe a perfume but when you smell it that is the first thing that pops into your head. Cute and innocent.) My stomach clenches and I close my eyes imagining I am anywhere but here. Tala gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.
"What's the matter princess, can't handle a real man?" he hissed. From my other side a growl reverberated from the back of Kai's throat and before Boris knew what was going on he was looking up at us from the ground. Kai, Bryan and Spencer standing in front of me blocking me from view.
"You ever try anything like that again and you will have more than a damaged pride." Kai growled. Tala loosened his grip on my hand before pulling me into his arms in a tight hug. "It's okay." He breathed into my hair as I felt tears begin to form in the back of my eyes. He had felt the shudder of repulsion run through my small body.
"Training is over everyone, go and have dinner in the mess and return to your rooms, any injuries report to the infirmary. Dismissed." Bryans voice held authority but had a soft side to it then he looked down at Boris how was struggling to sit up even though Spencer had his CAT boot pressed to his throat. "Now once all these nice people have gone you will get up and leave." Bryan commanded.
You are all probably wonder why we are still here if we can defeat Boris so easily, well it isn't that simple. Boris Balcov is our Battalion leader. Just one against three eighteen year old guys and one nineteen year old all with fully developed solid bodies and iron hard muscles. But there are more of them, many more, meaning that we are out numbered. On the bright side though Boris is too much of a coward to ask for help so I stay safe.
All of the younglings had left the room so Spencer removed his CAT from Balcovs throat. "Go!" he growled. Boris scrambled to his feet and fled the room. Once the door had closed behind him I was met with three more worried faces.
"Are you okay?" They all asked as I was passed around like a teddy bear being hugged by all.
When I reached Kai he pulled my hand up towards his face and gently pried my finger nails from my palm before kissing by blood coated hand, "You better go and get that cleaned up." He told me.
"I'll take her." Tala stepped up to my side again before leading me from the room. As I exited the door I saw Tala cast Kai a curious glance. 'What had that been all about?'
About me- OC profile.
Name: Evlin Laura Jane Smith. (Evi for short.) Birth date: June the 24th Star sign: CancerAge: Seventeen
Height: Not tall enough! No, I'm five foot one inch. (Trust me, when all your friends are over six foot it isn't that great!)
Weight: 48 kg
Hair colour: Dark honey blonde.
Eye colour: bluish purple with green flecks
Likes: My four guardian angels Tala, Bryan, Kai and Spencer. Rain and snow and of course CHOCOLATE!
Dislikes: Most things about the Abby, the colour Yellow, darkness and peanut butter.
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Okay that was the first chappi done I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry it is so short.
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